Crimmy

War Notes

After much debating with myself over whether or not, I've decided that it's for the best that I drop out.

A lotta my enthusiasm and energy was drained hard by the exams and whatnot, which I apologise for. My activity's been ebbing pretty hard too, so I guess this is just confirming what's been the status quo for me for a while.

Sorry about that, guys. It was fun RPing with you all.

War Notes

Good to be back, chief.

War Notes

Sorry for the wait. Exams were pretty hellish. I'm back.

War Notes

TZI TI'AMTUM

Imagine, for a second, that your name is Tzi Ti'amtum. Imagine, for a second, that you are a reasonably well-dispositioned, rarely flappable young man who usually takes most situations in stride. Imagine, for a second, that on what had first appeared to be a rather routine (had it not been for the presence of royalty) mission, things escalated to the point where you had come face to face with a dragon.

Now imagine what you, as the known foodie Tzi Ti'amtum, would do upon seeing such a vast and awe-inspiring creature.

A casual joke about eating it, right?

Unfortunately, you're off the mark there.

Completely and utterly off the mark.

Tzi Ti'amtum's face was blank, mouth agape at the sudden revelation of the girl's status as a great dragon. No life seemed to emanate from his large form. He stood ramrod still, like a boulder that had stayed in position and done nothing for over a millennia. His visible eye was focused entirely upon the dragon. He didn't say a single word. He only stared. Frozen by the rather awe-inspiring sight.

Even when Diana returned to her human form, he still stood there, frozen.

A two metre statue of flesh rather than a human.

Not every day a fisher boy saw a dragon, after all.

It looked like somebody needed to give him a poke.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

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PHYSICAL EDUCATION

"Yo, KIDDOS!"

Beauty and brawn incarnate stepped through the doors to the gym, his rippling frame of masculine dreams shining with a light that could only befit an avatar of Charles Atlas himself. Heads and shoulders above the students, the man was, and indeed, his shirtless enthusiasm loomed large above all who had prostrated themselves within the room of physicality. A auburn-haired pinnacle of gains, a disciple of Muscle Heaven who had come to teach his flock the ways of his Lord.

None knew what spiritual journey his comrade in physical conditioning, Agesander, had left on.

But all knew that it was upon his grand, powerful shoulders that the duty of enlightening the students had fallen.

His name was Roy.

Roi Roy FitzRoy.

And with his arrival, he sought one thing.

How much had the flock already achieved?

"IT'S FOOTBALL TIME!"

Fate/Awakening World - A Fate/Stay night Interest Check

They're all 正義の味方 anyway.

Fate/Awakening World - A Fate/Stay night Interest Check

@endwaar

Hider

Hit me up on what our favourite philosophical zombie factory is up to.

Fate/Awakening World - A Fate/Stay night Interest Check

Europeans sure love stealing the Fuyuki Grail not looking at you at all, Darnic and moving it to their homelands.

Given that this follows after some iteration of the Fourth, am I wrong to assume that

Hider

the Einzberns still fucked up their chance of world salvation back in the Third with Avenger, or did they use Ruler and thus avoid both the corruption, yet also managing to not have the Grail stolen by the Nazis?

War Notes

I finish all my exams by the 3rd so I'll be back then.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro - Survival Class

The dark-haired girl's response to Beryl was merely a glance of acknowledgement, her onyx eyes flickering away from the cupcake her teammate had claimed for her own and meeting the taller girl's eyes instead. That moment ended as soon as it arrived, however, and the aloof, stoic demeanour that characterised Gratia fell upon them once more, her eyes returning to the front of the classroom. She ignored the sounds of other students filing in; they meant nothing to her, merely the pointless mewling of the masses. All that she focused upon was the class itself, waiting on Nuit to continue on.

Yet when prompted, she still found herself speaking out.

"How were you assigned a class?"

Despite her general disinterest in anything the class had to offer beyond the cupcakes and actual curriculum, the question was one that Gratia wanted an answer to. She knew Estelle Nuit, and during her last encounter with her former teammate's sibling, she was a hundred percent fucking sure that the elder of the sisters was merely a student, rather than comfortably settling into a teaching position within weeks of arriving on campus. The rapid rise in position was definitely something of note, and even if she was familiar with the idiosyncrasies of Bianca's family, the Mistralese teenager wanted to know exactly what had brought about such a change.